Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1175 | 2017-06-10 22:12:22 | 78.78 | 98% |
| 1160 | 2017-06-10 08:52:06 | 74.98 | 97% |